An' sae we 'd baith our wills, Birdie! we 'd each our wilfu' way; Whar lav'rocks hover, falcons fly; An' snares an' pit-fa's often lie Whar wishes stray. An' ae thing weel I wot, Birdie! an' ae thing weel I wot, There 's ane abune the highest sphere Wha cares for a' his creatures here, Marks every lot; Wha guards the crowned king, Birdie! wha guards the crowned king, An' taketh heed for sic as me, Sae little worth, - an' e'en for thee, Puir witless thing! Sae now, let's baith cheer up, Birdie! an' sin' we 're only twa Aff han' - let 's ilk ane do our best, To ding that crabbit, cankered pest, Dull care awa'! THE GRASSHOPPER. — Соwley. HAPPY insect! what can be THE CASTLE BY THE SEA. 'T is filled wherever thou dost tread, Thee country hinds with gladness hear, 93 But, when thou 'st drunk, and danced, and sung Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest. THE CASTLE BY THE SEA. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. TRANSLATED BY LONG FELLOW. "HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That castle by the sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward "Well have I seen that castle, "The winds and the waves of ocean, "The winds and the waves of ocean, "And sawest thou on the turrets "Led they not forth, in rapture, "Well saw I the ancient parents, CASABIANCA. CASABIANCA. - Mrs. Hemans. THE boy stood on the burning deck, Yet beautiful and bright he stood, A proud, though childlike, form. The flames rolled on, - he would not go, That father, faint in death below, He called aloud, - "Say, father, say "Speak, father!" once again he cried, Upon his brow he felt their breath, And looked from that lone post of death, In still, yet brave despair. 95 And shouted but once more aloud, They wrapt the ship in splendor wild, There came a burst of thunder sound; With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF CELIN. Lockhart. Ar the gate of old Grenada, when all its bolts are barred, At twilight, at the Vega-gate, there is a trampling heard; There is a trampling heard, as of horses treading slow, And a weeping voice of women, and a heavy sound of woe. "What tower is fallen? what star is set? what chief come these bewailing?" "A tower is fallen! A star is set! Alas! alas for Celin!" |